Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories

Chapter 119 Spoof body integrity

"Hate the ghost, is your eyes on the long buttocks? This cockscomb-like plate, look good there, hanging on the wall, you are not afraid to have a nightmare."

"One hundred? Ten is too much."

Child painting, "..."

It’s really a dog, affecting the shopping mood of Xiaoye.

It’s time for you to see the first spray of the national service.

"Shut up!" The children painted anger.

"Reverse you!" The night mausoleum was not to be outdone, and suffocated his collar. "Throw you here and take root."

"My mommy has blown you up."

The two are mingling each other.

The owner, "Do you still buy it?"

"Do not buy."

Shen Qianshu silently stepped back and meditated three times.

Hold back.

Hold back.

Always hold back.

Although the night touring all the way, the mother and son still have a lot of harvest, the children's painting bought a bronze blue water light, plugged in the electricity, the lights seem to have fish swimming, looks streamable, very good-looking.

The lights are handmade.

A Turkish grandfather did it.

There are many people in the night, too noisy.

They strolled around and went shopping. The shops were very cold and there was no one to come. People were concentrated on the entrance avenue. The price of this lamp was not cheap. RMB 600, Shen Qianshu paid the money.

The night mausoleum did not pick up the thorns.

This hand-made water lamp does look good.

The first trophy of children's paintings, especially baby, then tragically found one thing.

He can't move.

Shen Qianshu took it too heavy.

He can't bear the hard work of Mommy.

The children's paintings squatted on the small sleeves of the Mausoleum. "Let's help me."

The sound is sweet as honey.

Night Mausoleum, "I look like a traitor, who do you want to be disgusting?"

"Daddy..."

"Quickly stop your disgusting voice." The night ruin took the water lamp rudely, and the child's painting was satisfied with a snap, and then spit. "My voice is as good as Mommy. Are you abandoning Mommy?"

"..." Shen Qianshu bounced on his son's forehead.

The children's drawing saw a vase as tall as him and looked straight.

"Wow……"

"You can't think I can help you." The children's painting didn't ask for the price. The nightlings refused. The stuff was big and cumbersome. I wanted to give it to him. The children's drawing was small. The things I like are all big. Shen Qianshu likes it. It is small.

"Can you express it?"

This kind of vase is also a handmade vase, and the work of Turkey is not very beautiful.

Shen Qianshu, "Go back to Jingdezhen, buy a bunch for you, come to Turkey to buy porcelain, you lost the face of my big Chinese porcelain."

"Good-looking."

The children's paintings took a fancy tea cup and happily paid for it.

Night Ling Tieqing, this nuisance does everything like big things.

The three people went deeper and deeper, almost all handmade products.

In front of a jewelry booth, he was attracted by a bracelet.

"Lalima Stone..." Shen Qianshu took the bracelet. This is a very rare aqua blue gem. It has the title of the stone of the ocean. Generally, this stone is used as a pendant. Because of the scarcity of production, there are very few bracelets. To be polished into a circle, it will look good in a string.

This string of bracelets is made of black crystals. There is a water-blue Lalima stone in the middle. The stone is pure and the color is beautiful. The square-shaped Lilama stone statue is a small mahjong, which is very distinctive.

Shen Qianshu was fascinated and took a look at the night tomb;

"Nothing, I can't open my legs when I see this kind of thing." The night Ling took the stone, looked at it, didn't talk, Shen Qianshu asked, the grandmother would not speak English or speak Chinese, and played in the calculator. String number.

TL 20000.

(End of this chapter)